Yankees Face Potential Doom as Usual

There is something arrogant about the New York Yankees. The Boss, for those of us annoyed by his inhumane behavior or his loudmouthed ways to censure his players, ones he lavishes with outrageous salaries, is much too talkative to refrain from acting like a blowhard.

Sadly enough, Hank Steinbrenner is the most bombastic idiot the game of baseball has ever seen, unwisely taking after his late father, George Steinbrenner. As the most scorned businessman in the majors, running ultimately a ballclub filled with arrogance, wrapped with mystique and ruled by the pretentious Steinbrenners, he is traditionally the brand name in baseball.

Because it's entirely a prestigious family in power of the richest franchise in baseball, Steinbrenner can blabber about Derek Jeter's mansion, he can fuss about revenue sharing and he can notoriously belittle the players in command of lifting the Yankees to prominence again. So now, we are mandated to ridicule evidently the storied franchise in baseball, and almost feel sorry for the colossal palace that the Steinbrenners invested billions in creations.

This time, every season, the Yankees are caught in a storm, clouded in disarray for Steinbrenner's loudmouth as the circus arrives to Tampa, Florida every spring, whether it pertains to Alex Rodriguez's steroid bust or Hank's big-mouth, a tongue bigger than his head to some degree. Little does he know, he sounds kind of like Charlie Sheen and has devoted effort to his crazy rants more than retooling the Yankees, once an eminent franchise acknowledged for its traditional pinstripes and championship triumph.

The face of the Yankees is hostility, not a sense of humanity for a franchise hated simply because of its arrogance, riches, bigotry and elitism. The point is, there are multiple reasons to hate the Yankees, a club people hate or love, one or the other, a club people adore because of its history or a club people despise because of its cockiness. The indigenous trends, with the imagery of Yankee Stadium and financial stability after it seemed like the Yankees were almost hit with a financial collapse despite having the largest payroll in baseball, is noticed easily in the Bronx and the Yankees escalate tension that creates usual chaos to begin the season yearly.

It doesn't take a genius, especially when a pompous nature stains the image of a franchise with phenomenal success at one point, to assume that the Yankees are the most hated club in baseball, but in the meantime, Yankee Stadium is the realm of baseball history. To the Yankees chagrin, luckless circumstances always backfire in their faces, normally each season when it looks as if New York is on a path for a potential revival. It's never good for a fool to blabber, let alone Mr. Steinbrenner, considered a manchild in New York while the state of the Yankees remain in limbo.

In his zeal, he is passionate with the Yankees and accepted the duties from his late father a long time ago, but has failed miserably, unable to run a rigid business like his father. Steinbrenner will eventually self-destruct, of course, and probably would have by now if it wasn't for his brother, Hal, who calls for the personnel decisions and tries immensely to keep the Yankees on the correct path, keen to save the franchise from reentering another decade of droughts and early postseason exits. What the folks care about in New York are championships, if nothing else, but they should care about the shaky status of a chattering front office, inherited by an erratic and zany businessman.

Yes, I'm speaking in terms of Hank Steinbrenner. There's never been a time when the Yankees, in the midst of a doomed season that they can miss the playoffs or lose and take an early exit in the postseason, weren't the nexus of the baseball world. His rants, however the funniest drama to each year alarm everybody that baseball is back in full swing by listening to Hank's remarks, aren't precisely original and happens annually for which the critics verbally attacks Steinbrenner.

The nonsense swirls within the Yankees to begin another spring in uproars in the Bronx, flirting with the idea of tribulations instead of proverbial greatness, one reason the Yankees are giving adulation and earning more praise than another clubs well-deserving of glee. When news comes out of the Yankees, Hank blames it on the media, unwilling to take the blame himself if the national attention is shined directly on his pestering Yankees, as if they are the most spotless franchise in baseball. Not true whatsoever.

The $210-million Yankees have squandered massive profit on players and stadium creations, selfishly during a hopeless recession and never took into consideration that the majority of fans were unemployed and had been struggling to find jobs as a way for paying their mortgages and monthly bills. Given all the mysteries, failures and poor spending, as of recently, the Yankees accounted for one World Series in 10 years. This could be the season when the Yankees are on the verge of destruction, quickly nearing the demise like no other, one that can annihilate New York for many, many years to come.

Even if Jeter devoted too much time building a large multimillion-dollar home in Tampa last year when New York lost to Texas in the AL Championship series, he knows that the man is entitled to spend his money on whatever the hell he wishes to spend a bulk of his dollars on. It has suddenly turned into a reality show at Yankees spring training, as the man who paid Jeter millions called him out for working on his mansion project in Tampa. Now, as it stands, it's idiotic to blast a player that has brought incremental prestige to the Yankees, after winning multiple titles wearing pinstripes.

Someday eventually, when Steinbrenner finally sells the team or quits running his mouth like a broken tape recorder, we can only hope the Yankees aren't in bad condition. And to think it was supposed to be the year the Yankees win it all, a chance for Hank and his brother Hal to prove they can win a title without their father sitting upstairs in the suite, it's unlikely that this is the year to hoist the pennant. For now, at least, he continues to act simple-minded and carries himself like a buffoon, even more so after he was handed the task and inherited ownership of a traditional franchise.

He tries to act as if he's the Boss when he's just a drama queen of America's nosiest soap opera, grabbing attention for talking down on his players or the media. As if the calamity in New York isn't dreadful enough, he is the co-chairman and has trouble with handling money, relieved of the duties by his brother Hal. As expected, he devise the plans with team president Randy Levine and GM Brian Cashman, while Hank talks way too much and complains about the revenue sharing. Already, the commissioner's office called the Yankees to silence Hank, whose outcries are old and childish in many ways.

While he tries to take back his words and said he wasn't ripping Jeter when he commented about mansions, livid by his underperformance a year ago in the postseason, it's fair to pick on Alex Rodriguez for constant partying and even worse dating damn near a new starlet each year. That issue is acute because a couple of years ago, he was busted for steroids and had been renamed A-Fraud, when Jeter's name has never been leaked for the use of any performance-enhancers.

So much for the Yankees winning another title. When you are considered the team to win it all, based on mystique and prior success, the expectations are always immense, perhaps the most precious thing about the Yankees. So what? Much appreciation is nothing, unless the Yankees prevail. Otherwise, the Yanks are faced with much derision for a hapless loss in a postseason series after wasting too much profit on underachievers.

As all eyes turns directly to New York, as always, although the immediate future doesn't seem too bright, they are battered by the ghastly, horrid disturbance because of Hank's loudmouth. The Yankees, alas, the much-scrutinized ballclub in the majors, are devoid of supposedly another championship unless Hank becomes a modest co-chairman and stay out of the local tabloids, more recognized as a clown in baseball. It's almost possible to feel sorry for the Yankees, on the brink of misfortune in a competitive AL East division, one of the best divisions if not the best in the game.

It shouldn't come as no surprise that the Yankees are finally set to encounter its challenge against the revitalized Red Sox and Orioles, a pair of teams that have dismissed the Yankees from postseason conversations. Now, somewhat, they are still contenders to win the American League Pennant, even if the competition is fierce and well-balanced. When it comes to baseball in the urban community on the East Coast, a state in love with its pinstripes and prestigious palace, the spoiled, rich and whiny children in traditional pinstripes, for once, can stumble early in the postseason. If so, maybe this will silence Hank.

It's amazing that the Yankees used to be one of the most arrogant sports franchises with a cathedral ballpark, but now they are easily mocked and belittled, accomplishing its fair share of championships and significances.

With him at the throne, he only tarnishes the pinstripes.

It is certainly an absolute disgrace, anytime the Yanks falter in October.